When I drive up <br />to Cottonwood <br />to see you, <br /> <br />89 miles one way <br /> <br />and your'e not there, <br />I could kill you, Lewis. <br /> <br />I could strangle you <br />with my bare hands. <br /> <br />How dare you <br />disappear and not <br />tell a soul, not leave <br /> <br />a clue. Where <br />could you go, Lewis? <br /> <br />If I were you, where would I go? <br /> <br />If I were you, Lewis, I'd stay put. <br />I'd stay put and wait for me to come. <br /> <br />I'm the best thing you've got. <br /> <br />I'm the only thing <br />willing to drive up <br />to Cottonwood, <br /> <br />89 miles one way <br />just to see you. <br /> <br />At the stupid, <br />run down auto shop <br />where you work, <br /> <br />nobody will tell me anything.<br /><br />Lisa Zaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-best-thing/
